The Distant Nightmare
The rain lashed against the reinforced glass of the observation deck, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to synchronize with the slow, heavy pulse of Colonel Elias Thorne’s heart, a steady throb that had long since replaced the erratic flutter of fear with the cold, metallic certainty of duty, a duty that had been forged in the fires of a war that had ended years ago but whose echoes...
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